*** I figured out a neat trick for me to help set the *mood* of the chapter. For this depressing chapter I listend to Jewel: Who will save your soul. This helped me think of more ways to describe the sorrow of Legolas. Other writers out there should try this ;o) PLEASE REVIEW! For other writers out there, you know how it feels for people to compliment your work. Its helps inspire them to write more ;o)!
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Chapter 8
Return to Lorien
When Rouge awoke from her rest, she ate a quick fruit breakfest and packed up, ready to journey on. They went through the Gap of Rohan and circled the Hithaeglir. When they reached Fangorn Forest, they camped near the edge.
Rouge had become unbearably tired and weak from travels, so she immediatly went ot sleep once she lit the fire. Legolas didn't object to this at all, consered that she might not make it on her own feet. He might have to carry her the rest of the way at some point, but he didn't worry about this. He set it aside until this happened. He sang his usual tunes to himself, his way of relaxation. But for the first time since he began his journey back, he went into his Elvish way of sleep and had a dream of his mother...
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We he woke from his dream, he felt renowed in a sense, but he still kept his emotionless features, and his empty eyes remained un-read. He looked to see Rouge wide awake and staring into the sky.
"You are always so sad..." she said with wonder. "I have always wondered this. In my 200 years of life, I never felt the way you feel. Even in the deat.... loss of my Village, I still go on with a smile on my face. What have you encountered that changes your life into a dreary mess?" She looked into his face trying to read his face, or looking for a hint of his thoughts, but he reamined still and silent. She knew he had woken from his sleep, because he had lost the look of absence from his eyes.
But for the truth behind this, he was thinking of his deceased friends. He thought of all the people he lost in his near 3,000 years of living. But he revealed nothing to Rouge and just asked her if she had enough energy to travel another day. She nodded and followed his tracks across the dew damped grass.
Later, it began to rain, making the soil beneath their feet muddy and made it difficult for Rouge to cross. She begged Legolas for rest, but he encouraged her to move on since they were ever so close to the Lorien home. She eventualy leaned against a tree with her cloak soaked and her hair falling from the bun which it was binded. Legolas walked up to and asked her if she was willing to try something.
"Get on my back and I will carry you the rest of the way," he said to her, more of a non-optional action. She did as she was told and she crawled on his back. She wasn't to heavy, but wasn't light, but Legolas managed.
When they reached the Lorien forest, she was infected with a fever. He immediatly took her to the recreational area, where Myian had waited, and laid her on the ground. Rain still oozed its way through the trees, but it wasn't nearly as heavy.
Galadriel joined them shortly and laid a hand on the girls forehead. She was fascinated to find that Dragon Spawn were indeed immortal, but could still suffer from sickness. But she still wondered if this also meant that they could die from it.
She called for a Elf of healing magic to aid them. He was very serious of his work and immediatly took action against the fever that Rouge bore. He added many herbs to a bowl and he grinded them together making a clear ooze. He placed it on her forehead and poured the rest down her throat. She gagged and coughed on this but swallowed the best she could.
He assured Legolas that she wouldm survive, but may take some time to rejouvinate from it. Galadriel ordred her to be cleaned and placed into one of her Guest Rooms. Legolas was offered a room and he accepted. She assured him a warm bath and dry attire. He followed a Guard to his room and the Guard closed the door and stood near it on the outside. A maid walked into the room and laid a set of clothes almost identical to his, but carried a darker green. She was dismissed and Legolas walked into another connected room.
Inside was a hole in the floor that was bordered by stones that smelled of the ocean. He enjoyed the smell and his heart smirked a little at it. Inside the hole was a hotspring for Legolas to bathe. He removed his clothes, placing all of them in a messy pile in a corner, put his boots near the fire in the main room, and slipped himself into the steamy water.
He sat in the warm water thinking. He was thinking about the good memories he had with his friends. He remembered the bond his Dwarf friend and he shared. But the frienship was lsot in great sorrow, as the other fellowship of the ring.
He remembered the first time he set eyes on them at the Council of Elrond. He remebered how Elrond showed sorrow because of the choice his daughter made in deciding to give up her immortality for a King ashamed of his heratige.
But he died before Arwen was at the time in her life where a half elf could accept, or delcine their immortality. She of course declined the offer and stayed stationary in her chambers with food or sleep, thinking of her lost love. Obviously, Legolas had done the same. He never felt anything bonding with this half-elf, but they did share the same feelings for love and friendship.
He dipped his head into the water and got out. Thinking of these things were lot arrows stabbing through his lonley heart. He grabbed a robe from a hook made of vine on the wall and placed it on himself.
He saw a mirror with a comb and many other cosmetics for a woman face, but he only needed the comb. He slipped on his new clothes on the table and sat in front of the mirror.
He saw what he hated... the sorrow on his face. He also noticed the remaining marks on his forehead that once bore a swollen knot. It had already made major progression in its healing. He grabbed the comb and ridded his hair of all the tangles and knots and waited for it to dry.
He braided the two braids on each side of his head that was undone by the rain. When he was finished he collapsed onto the bed and drifted into his thoughts.
He heard a knock on his chamber door and a Galafriel slipped in. She seemed to glow in the fire lit room and paid him attention, which she failed to do when she was studying Rouge's condition.
"What ever happened to your face?" She said with no hint of concern. She then nodded her head, as she knew from reading his thoughts. She then gracefully walked to one of the windows that bordered his room and glanced through glass.
"You are always sad, dear Legolas. You have suffered for many years thinking of your friends that were taken from this world. But it is time you are renewed from this weight. You must forget these happenings by your own will. I fear that one day you will think over your past life one day and wont be able to handle it. It is a sad thing when a elf dies of a mourning heart."
"I... can't," he said to her. "I have tried every day, but it seems I have lost all meaning of life in this world. I feel like... like I shan't ever find love in anothers heart. I sometimes think that death would be the only escape from my sadness."
"But you have so much fairness about your body, I feel that I shall mourn for you if you ever choose that as your fate. I have seen many people in similar conditions as you. But... none of them had such an effect on my heart. I am sure that it is not lust... but I look at you as a child... my child." This caught Legolas' attention.
"You may not remember, but your mother and I were related and very fond of each other. I would visit every week. When you were born, I have never seen a child that carried beauty as yours. Not beauty of the eye... but beauty of the soul. But... when your mother was so brutaly murdered, I feared that one look upon of you would break my heart. But you have now lost the soul you once bore and have had it replaced with one full of regret."
She turned from the window and faced him. All she did was stare into his eyes.
"And your eyes were once filled with the curiosity of a feline, but were always so full. You know have the emptiest eyes I have even set my eyes on. I must say... it is a wonder that you haven't already mourned to your death." A tear streamed down her face and she began to walk out of the room.
Before she made it out the room, she turned and looked at him. "Just remember. Your past comrades would rather you live in happiness. To mourn over them and die would only make them grieve for you. Live on Legolas! Find the will you once bore!"
With her final word, she walked out of the room. Legolas buried in his thoughts, did something that had been building up inside of him. He shed tears thick with sorrow. He then lay back down on the bed and did something that most elves never have done. He closed his eyes and slept like a mortal...
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Chapter 8
Return to Lorien
When Rouge awoke from her rest, she ate a quick fruit breakfest and packed up, ready to journey on. They went through the Gap of Rohan and circled the Hithaeglir. When they reached Fangorn Forest, they camped near the edge.
Rouge had become unbearably tired and weak from travels, so she immediatly went ot sleep once she lit the fire. Legolas didn't object to this at all, consered that she might not make it on her own feet. He might have to carry her the rest of the way at some point, but he didn't worry about this. He set it aside until this happened. He sang his usual tunes to himself, his way of relaxation. But for the first time since he began his journey back, he went into his Elvish way of sleep and had a dream of his mother...
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We he woke from his dream, he felt renowed in a sense, but he still kept his emotionless features, and his empty eyes remained un-read. He looked to see Rouge wide awake and staring into the sky.
"You are always so sad..." she said with wonder. "I have always wondered this. In my 200 years of life, I never felt the way you feel. Even in the deat.... loss of my Village, I still go on with a smile on my face. What have you encountered that changes your life into a dreary mess?" She looked into his face trying to read his face, or looking for a hint of his thoughts, but he reamined still and silent. She knew he had woken from his sleep, because he had lost the look of absence from his eyes.
But for the truth behind this, he was thinking of his deceased friends. He thought of all the people he lost in his near 3,000 years of living. But he revealed nothing to Rouge and just asked her if she had enough energy to travel another day. She nodded and followed his tracks across the dew damped grass.
Later, it began to rain, making the soil beneath their feet muddy and made it difficult for Rouge to cross. She begged Legolas for rest, but he encouraged her to move on since they were ever so close to the Lorien home. She eventualy leaned against a tree with her cloak soaked and her hair falling from the bun which it was binded. Legolas walked up to and asked her if she was willing to try something.
"Get on my back and I will carry you the rest of the way," he said to her, more of a non-optional action. She did as she was told and she crawled on his back. She wasn't to heavy, but wasn't light, but Legolas managed.
When they reached the Lorien forest, she was infected with a fever. He immediatly took her to the recreational area, where Myian had waited, and laid her on the ground. Rain still oozed its way through the trees, but it wasn't nearly as heavy.
Galadriel joined them shortly and laid a hand on the girls forehead. She was fascinated to find that Dragon Spawn were indeed immortal, but could still suffer from sickness. But she still wondered if this also meant that they could die from it.
She called for a Elf of healing magic to aid them. He was very serious of his work and immediatly took action against the fever that Rouge bore. He added many herbs to a bowl and he grinded them together making a clear ooze. He placed it on her forehead and poured the rest down her throat. She gagged and coughed on this but swallowed the best she could.
He assured Legolas that she wouldm survive, but may take some time to rejouvinate from it. Galadriel ordred her to be cleaned and placed into one of her Guest Rooms. Legolas was offered a room and he accepted. She assured him a warm bath and dry attire. He followed a Guard to his room and the Guard closed the door and stood near it on the outside. A maid walked into the room and laid a set of clothes almost identical to his, but carried a darker green. She was dismissed and Legolas walked into another connected room.
Inside was a hole in the floor that was bordered by stones that smelled of the ocean. He enjoyed the smell and his heart smirked a little at it. Inside the hole was a hotspring for Legolas to bathe. He removed his clothes, placing all of them in a messy pile in a corner, put his boots near the fire in the main room, and slipped himself into the steamy water.
He sat in the warm water thinking. He was thinking about the good memories he had with his friends. He remembered the bond his Dwarf friend and he shared. But the frienship was lsot in great sorrow, as the other fellowship of the ring.
He remembered the first time he set eyes on them at the Council of Elrond. He remebered how Elrond showed sorrow because of the choice his daughter made in deciding to give up her immortality for a King ashamed of his heratige.
But he died before Arwen was at the time in her life where a half elf could accept, or delcine their immortality. She of course declined the offer and stayed stationary in her chambers with food or sleep, thinking of her lost love. Obviously, Legolas had done the same. He never felt anything bonding with this half-elf, but they did share the same feelings for love and friendship.
He dipped his head into the water and got out. Thinking of these things were lot arrows stabbing through his lonley heart. He grabbed a robe from a hook made of vine on the wall and placed it on himself.
He saw a mirror with a comb and many other cosmetics for a woman face, but he only needed the comb. He slipped on his new clothes on the table and sat in front of the mirror.
He saw what he hated... the sorrow on his face. He also noticed the remaining marks on his forehead that once bore a swollen knot. It had already made major progression in its healing. He grabbed the comb and ridded his hair of all the tangles and knots and waited for it to dry.
He braided the two braids on each side of his head that was undone by the rain. When he was finished he collapsed onto the bed and drifted into his thoughts.
He heard a knock on his chamber door and a Galafriel slipped in. She seemed to glow in the fire lit room and paid him attention, which she failed to do when she was studying Rouge's condition.
"What ever happened to your face?" She said with no hint of concern. She then nodded her head, as she knew from reading his thoughts. She then gracefully walked to one of the windows that bordered his room and glanced through glass.
"You are always sad, dear Legolas. You have suffered for many years thinking of your friends that were taken from this world. But it is time you are renewed from this weight. You must forget these happenings by your own will. I fear that one day you will think over your past life one day and wont be able to handle it. It is a sad thing when a elf dies of a mourning heart."
"I... can't," he said to her. "I have tried every day, but it seems I have lost all meaning of life in this world. I feel like... like I shan't ever find love in anothers heart. I sometimes think that death would be the only escape from my sadness."
"But you have so much fairness about your body, I feel that I shall mourn for you if you ever choose that as your fate. I have seen many people in similar conditions as you. But... none of them had such an effect on my heart. I am sure that it is not lust... but I look at you as a child... my child." This caught Legolas' attention.
"You may not remember, but your mother and I were related and very fond of each other. I would visit every week. When you were born, I have never seen a child that carried beauty as yours. Not beauty of the eye... but beauty of the soul. But... when your mother was so brutaly murdered, I feared that one look upon of you would break my heart. But you have now lost the soul you once bore and have had it replaced with one full of regret."
She turned from the window and faced him. All she did was stare into his eyes.
"And your eyes were once filled with the curiosity of a feline, but were always so full. You know have the emptiest eyes I have even set my eyes on. I must say... it is a wonder that you haven't already mourned to your death." A tear streamed down her face and she began to walk out of the room.
Before she made it out the room, she turned and looked at him. "Just remember. Your past comrades would rather you live in happiness. To mourn over them and die would only make them grieve for you. Live on Legolas! Find the will you once bore!"
With her final word, she walked out of the room. Legolas buried in his thoughts, did something that had been building up inside of him. He shed tears thick with sorrow. He then lay back down on the bed and did something that most elves never have done. He closed his eyes and slept like a mortal...